The Worst Group At Uni... And We've All Been One.

So as you may or may not know i'm currently wrapping up the end of a degree... 3 years of my life devoted to something I've completely changed my mind about during the process of 'studying'. What a wonderful feeling that is...

In one respect it is, it means I'm free of student life which ultimately means surrounding yourself with selfish, annoying and sometimes just fucking odd people. Beyond funny odd, slightly scary but mostly furiously odd. It makes it almost impossible for them to integrate even when you try your upmost to help them out. Though they are not the worst kind i've encountered. Neither was it the drug dealing/taking wankers who inhabited the same hallway as me in my first year of 'study'. The worst are those who believe they know how to do it when they arrive... and just believe you should do whatever they say, bend over for them. We've all been one of those people in our 3 years of university... but we don't realise it till near the end of it all.

Their name... FIRST YEARS!

Living with them is a daily trial of patience and understanding... and thats my patience and understanding. The process of sleep and rest at normal sociable hours is a concept they lose once they walk through the front door of their first student hole... sorry... house. With them comes an attitude of knowing how to live life, and everyone should bend over backwards to accomadate them, even if that means you possibly being too tired to adequately be aware of anything going on during the next early morning very important third year session. That's their right apparently.

God forbid you challenge them on such issues, they just tell you to lighten up... and telling them about 3 years of work, most of which you feel you must be completing right now in the final home straight, and the mountain of debt you have inherited from it only puts them in a state of spitefullness. More willing to make up a childish tune or shout louder. Overall I dislike sharing space with them intensely... and they are beings I will gladly never deal with again.

Sorry to anyone who dealt with me when I was a first year (except for the pre-mentioned drug dealing twats... I hope you ruin your life).

Ok rant over... you can piss off now.

Trains...The Home Of The Travelling Hobo

Yesterday was all set to be a good day...at least in my head. What deluded belief that was. I should have remembered a train journey would at least coincide with 1 encounter with the infamous alcohol stink of the travelling hobo that inhabits the rail network around Britain. In experience...further north, stronger the smell...so a visit to Stockport from Preston...it was going to pretty bad.

Thankfully a hangover that was making the outward journey a bad one anyway wasn't complimented with the travelling hobo stench, that was saved for the return...oh the joy of joys.

Sitting on the train, the first 3 or 4 minutes were good, stench free...I believed I may have achieved what only a few may have achieved before...hobo-less journey. Pull into the first station, and here he comes.With a train ticket (somehow) and smelling like a bad pint of cheap whiskey. Behind me he sat twisting, turning, kicking, coughing and spluttering, muttering mumbles of utter annoyance to the fact he was alive I'm assuming. Only stopping to have another swig.

What I don't get about these people, is how they ever got onto the train in the first place? How didn't he end up down by the tracks kissing the live rail with the way he stumbled and staggered up the aisle. Without the freedom to move to another seat in this busy train, I was lumbered with the gentleman for another hour at least.

Mix that with some of the rudest people I've ever had the pleasure of sharing a train with (aka the british public) and once again I was left surrounded with those things that make life extremely unbearable...PEOPLE.

Football was shit as well...

Pointless.

You can go now.

Another day, another blog.

So...what this time? As I'm writing this bit of the post I actually have no idea. On limited sleep I find myself rather awake at the moment. So I've decided to talk shit and share it with the world...lucky you!

I've had a think and I've decided what to post...so here it goes...

Twitter vs Facebook

This debate erupted (by debate I mean a few people gave an opinion and by erupted I mean murmured for 2 minutes) in one of my university lectures the other day. Now from my point of view just a year ago on a personal level...Twitter was pointless. Nothing more than limited squirts of absolute drivel. Now however I love it. Not because it's improved, not because I've taken on some smart ass self interested view of being different to anyone else...but because of the very reason a year ago made it pointless.

Simply...

Facebook now annoys the hell out.of me, especially with their latest gift of an 'improved' front end. Now I have to see all the shit people (and you know my opinion on people) use to convince themselves that using my oxygen is ok.

Farmville is probably the greatest offender. But its not alone and I refuse to name anymore. At the end of the day people (Meh) click away and believe through their own ridiculousness that they have a real farm they need help with. A mob deal they need back up for. The list is endless.

Twitter...I accept your limited squirts of bullshit with open arms, may you stay as you are.

Done. You can go now, have an acceptable day.

People...Life Would Be Simpler Without Them...So Piss Off

Just look at them, they're right muppet looking. This is just a small selection of what the world calls 'people'. I've nothing against any race, religion, gender...I dislike hate you all just as much. Charlie Brooker got it right...

'I don't get people. What's their appeal, precisely? They waddle around with their haircuts on, cluttering the pavement like gormless, farting skittles. They're awful.'

Yup.

Day to day tasks would be so much easier if it wasn't having to check with people to see if I was 'ok do to things' or whether they had 'kept their side of the bargain'. If people were just to dissapear...fuck off if you will...then I would never be at the point where my life and everything involved in it, pretty much meant I had to rely on other people, no matter how loosely or indirectly.

Take today for instance, I'm waiting on a reply from a company to let me pay them some money. I first rang their helpline, they told me to send an email as they didn't know. YOU'RE A FUCKING HELPLINE! HELP PEOPLE! If it wasn't for 'people' existing...I could have just not had someone to pay in the first place, therefore no wankers on a helpline to ring, and no emails needing to be responded to.

Although...I do realise without 'people' this blog would be pointless, but maybe without 'people' I wouldn't be such a deranged pessimist in the first place.

Sunday Night Television is Shit

Well...I figured I'd get started soon after setting this thing up, but I didn't think it'd be as soon as this...

Problem is Sunday night Television is shit!

I got in tonight and thought I'd sit down with some tv, like I do most Sundays...I was heavily dissapointed. Repeats of Top Gear (thanks to my tv licence, cheers BBC), that moron Harry Hill or Country File were on offer...great.

Or if I'm feeling especially like I want to stab myself in the eyes repeatedly with shit covered knitting needles then I have Dancing on Ice. Below Z list celebrities not falling over...how's that entertainment?

It's time for TV to buck it's ideas up for Sunday's! It's good for 80 year olds (country file, and period dramas) or people with severe brain damage (Harry Hill and repeats).

Consider yourself told!

So already another bloggage...

So i've played around with it a bit, it doesn't look so shit now. Then again it's not seemingly hard to make anything look better than 99% of the internet... which I will never get. I don't know why this needed a whole new post... but it's given me a sense of purpose for about 40 seconds so I guess all in all... it was worthwhile... ish.

A Way To Begin Wasting Time

Well... I've always sort of wanted to do this so I figured it was time to give it a shot. I really should be finishing up work for the 3rd year of a degree course at university but as we all know it's far more interesting to find ways to procrastinate for as long as possible. Rooms are tidy, clothes clean, freezers defrosted, television's dusted, desktops organised, you're up to to date on all your email correspondence. And then... you create a blog.

I would give you an idea of what I plan to write here but if I'm totally honest...I don't have a clue. The title explains it the best I can. I offer this as a gift to the world... although I know you don't want it... tough... I'm giving it to you anyway!